Chapter Six: Amelia
It was six in the morning on Saturday and Amelia’s phone was ringing. She tried to ignore it, cursing herself for not putting in on silent, but it just kept ringing. Over and over and over again.
Finally, Amelia gave up trying to ignore it. She hoped that whoever was calling was dying because otherwise they were going to be very, very sorry.
“Hello?” she growled into the phone as she pushed her hair out of her face.
“Good morning sunshine! This is your wake up call.”
“Grayson!” Amelia snapped. Would his torture never end?
“That’d be me,” Grayson sounded far too cheerful for a Saturday morning. Didn’t he have something better to do with his time? Wasn’t out drinking till four AM or something of that matter? Or was he still awake from the day before?
“What do you want Grayson?” Amelia was sitting up now. She glanced at Sylvie’s bed to find it unmade. Yet another issue that Amelia would have to deal with. “And how did you get my phone number?”
“Your roommate Sylvie,” Amelia could hear the smile in Gray’s voice.
“I’ll have to remember to kill her later,” Amelia replied.
“Anyway,” Grayson went on, “I was wondering what you’re doing tonight?”
“The Sigma Nu party,” Amelia reminded him. “And even if I wasn’t going I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be hanging out with you.”
“That hurts Amelia!” Grayson laughed. “Well maybe I’ll just have to suck it up and join you. “
Amelia groaned. The last thing she wanted was to be bothered by Grayson when she was trying to impress the girls from Omega Pi. “Come on Grayson, give it up. I don’t want to go out with you. Don’t you have anyone else that you could be bothering?”
For a moment, Grayson didn’t say anything. Then, “Not entirely. You’re about the prettiest girl I know right now. And bothering you is highly enjoyable.”
Amelia sighed. Obviously she wasn’t getting through Grayson’s thick skull. And, come to think of it, maybe he could be helpful to her. He just didn’t need to know why she was suddenly okay with him being there.
“Fine,” she said, closing her eyes and hoping her plan wouldn’t entirely backfire on her. The last thing she needed was Grayson Appleby thinking he’d be able to get in her pants, “you can come along. You just cannot do anything to screw up me impressing Omega Pi. Understood?”
“Um, no,” Grayson’s voice still held a smile and Amelia knew that he knew that she was trying to play him. “What’s in it for you? I mean, obviously I know what’s it in for you,” Amelia could practically see Grayson licking his lips, “but what do you think?”
“I’m hanging up my phone now Grayson,” Amelia warned as she sat up. Now that she was awake she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. She pushed her sheets and comforter back and slowly got out of bed, wondering where Sylvie could be.
“How about this,” Grayson began, becoming a little more serious, “I agree to be on my best behavior at the party. And if I am, you agree to go on a date with me.”
Amelia groaned. “How about this,” she walked into the sitting room and flopped onto the couch, careful not to tip over a cup of water that someone left on the table, “you come to the party and I pretend like I don’t know you? I don’t know why you can’t take no for an answer but it’s not going to work with me. I’m not like every other bimbo you go after. And I’m not in the mood for playing games.”
Again, Grayson was quiet. Meanwhile, Amelia picked the half full glass of water up, figuring that it had to belong to one of her roommates. While Grayson contemplated what she had said, she took a big gulp of water.
“UGH!” Amelia spat the drink out, immediately jumping up and dropping her phone. The glass fell to the floor and rolled under the table, spilling the rest of its contents.
“Amelia?” Grayson voice was muffled and Amelia grabbed for the phone.
“I can’t talk,” Amelia began, wishing she had something to cover up the taste in her mouth. “I need to find my roommate.”
“Why?” now Grayson sounded almost concerned. Maybe that was the word for it?
“Because,” Amelia began, already knocking on Jac’s bedroom door, “the glass that I just drank out of was definitely not water. I’m pretty sure it was straight vodka. And I need to figure out what Sylvie is up to. Now.”
***
The morning came and went with no sign of Sylvie. Amelia was worried but with Jac gone to her afternoon work shift, Amelia figured there wasn’t a whole lot the two of them could do. She’d tried calling Sylvie’s cellphone all day but it was off. Amelia could only hope that Sylvie would show up at the part so that they could talk.
Meanwhile, Amelia was unsure what to do about Grayson. He’d called back later in the morning, apologizing for calling so early and asking about Sylvie. He seemed genuinely concerned, something that surprised Amelia, and she wondered if maybe there was more to him than the facade that he put on.
In any case, Amelia relented and told Grayson she’d see him at the party. It was a free country, after all. And although Amelia didn’t want to give Grayson Appleby false hope, she couldn’t help but sit in front of her closet, trying to find just the right thing to wear to not only impress the Omega Pi girls but also Grayson.
It didn’t take long for Amelia to get ready and when she was she surveyed herself in the full length mirror that she and Sylvie had found together in a vantage store. She wore her favorite dark blue Lucky jeans and a simple gold studded empire waist black top. On her feet she opted for gold ballet flats. Finally, she let her auburn hair out of it’s clip, dapped on a touch of lip gloss and she was set to go.
Although she still told herself that Grayson wasn’t who she was after, she couldn’t help but hope that he’d at least take a look. Or two.
A moment later, Amelia’s phone went off. Glancing at the ID, she answered gratefully.
“Please tell me you’ve heard from Sylvie,” she demanded of Jac.
“That’d be a positive,” Jac replied over the background noise. “I guess she slept at some guy’s place. What is wrong with her? Does she even go to class anymore.”
Amelia sighed, happy that at least Sylvie was alive. “No idea,” she said. “Is she at least coming tonight? Maybe if we gang up on her we can talk some sense into her.”
“She said she was,” for a moment the background noise got louder. Amelia heard the creak of a door opening and when it slammed shut she could hear Jac much better. “I just got done with work here, it’s been a madhouse. I guess people much be getting their caffeine rushes before they drink tonight.”
With a glance at her watch, Amelia realized that if she didn’t leave she’d miss walking to the party with her possible future sisters. “Hey Jac, I have to run,” she said. “I’ll keep my phone on, call me when you get to the party and we’ll meet up, okay? We definitely need to figure out this Sylvie mess.”
“Will do.”
With that, Amelia grabbed her purse and was out the door.
***
Amelia was having a hard time remembering that she needed to look out for Sylvie.
When she’d arrived at the sorority house drinks had already begun. The girls were ready to party and Amelia played along. Despite trying to drink as slowly as possible Amelia could already feel the effects of the alcohol she’d had and the only thing at the front of her mind was seeing Grayson.
Why does he do this to me? Amelia asked herself. He’s a troublemaker. He just wants to get me into bed. He’s not worth it.
The problem was that Amelia couldn’t help herself. There was something about Grayson Appleby that she liked. And part of her wanted to have him. That was dangerous.
Arriving at the party, most of the girls rushing Omega Pi stayed together. The house was huge, the party was already well under way and the alcohol was definitely flowing. Immediately, Amelia began to glance around the room, wondering if Grayson was already there. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Hi.”
Amelia jumped, nearly screaming. The voice came from behind, right next to her ear. She whirled around and found herself looking into Grayson’s gray eyes.
Laughing, Grayson stepped back, giving Amelia room. He looked her up and down, his smile widening. “Cute,” he commented.
With a glare, Amelia took a step futher from Grayson. “Cute? I’m better than cute, actually.”
Shrugging, Grayson replied, “Maybe, but you’re not going to get compliments acting like that.” He glanced around for a moment, his eyes narrowed. “Is this really your scene? You seem a little too classy.”
To Amelia, this sounded more like a jab than anything else. She didn’t like Grayson’s games. Taking the beer that one of her sister’s was offering her, Amelia opened her mouth and gulped it down, hoping to show Grayson that she was at least a little tough.
The beer was awful. It tasted like what Amelia imagine pee would taste like. She steeled herself against the taste, praying she didn’t do something dumb like spit it out.
This time Grayson rolled his eyes. “Not you,” he said almost angrily. “Really Amelia, I thought you were better than that.”
Now Amelia was really mad. “Excuse me?” she demanded. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Come on Grayson, you’ve been tailing me. I know you want me. So here I am already. Just admit you want me so we can move on.”
“Not worth it,” Grayson said softly. Amelia had to step forward to hear him over the party.
“Excuse me?” Amelia demanded. She stepped even closer and now they were face to face again. Grayson was calm and Amelia mad. She couldn’t believe he was going to pretend like nothing was going on.
“Look, I thought we were supposed to be looking for Sylvie,” Grayson changed the subject and started to step away.
Amelia stepped forward again, still in his face. “We will after we settle this,” she explained.
“Amelia it is not the time or the place,” taking her shoulders, Grayson tried to steady her. “Later. When you haven’t been drinking. When you aren’t so angry.”
“No now!”
Feeling like a child, Amelia wished that she could stop herself. It was as if she was standing outside her body, screaming at herself to stop. The problem was that when Amelia’s anger took over there was no stopping her.
Pushing herself just a little closer, she felt Grayson’s hands go from her shoulders down to her waist. And with her hand tangled in his dark curls, Amelia pulled Grayson down to her until his lips met hers.
Within a second the kiss was over, almost like it hadn’t happened. Grayson moved away. Without a look back, he strode out the front door.
Still standing where she was, Amelia watched as the door slammed close.
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Chapter Five: Jac
Who is OddlyEnuf?
That’s what Jac was thinking as she slowly made her way to Wired for her opening shift with Leslie Parker, a sophomore majoring in accounting at Aldridge and also one of the assistant managers. Although Jac loved the quiet of the morning, she hated having to be at the store by six AM to open the doors.
Today, though, Jac welcomed the alone time. The anonymous poster, whose screenname was OddlyEnuf, had been posting comments on her blog for quite awhile now and while Jac wasn’t exactly scared, she was curious. It almost seemed at if he (or she) knew her in real life. But at the same time, why would this person, if they knew Jac, choose to remain anonymous on her blog.
Jac approached Wired to find that Leslie was arriving at the same time. They mumbled their good mornings, both still half asleep, and entered the coffee shop together.
While Leslie counted the safe and got the back room in order, Jac slowly started the brewed coffees, set up their morning bakery and got the front of the store in order. By 6:30 AM Wired was ready for business.
Friday mornings, like today, tended to be slow as a lot of the students seemed to skip their Friday morning classes. It gave Jac a break that she needed to sip her coffee and chat with whichever coworker she happened to be paired with.
“You seem to have picked everything up really quickly Jac,” Leslie commented as she leaned against the counter. She was playing with one of the rags and staring outside as if willing customers to come in. A slow morning made everything seem to drag.
Jac nodded. “It helps that I had such good training,” Jac thought of Oliver and smiled. In the short time she’d been working at Wired she and Oliver had become friends. Jac almost never had a klutzy moment now that she knew Oliver a little better; he didn’t make her quite as nervous.
With a wink, Leslie replied, “Oliver has that way with women,” she giggled. “God, hard to believe he’s single, huh? He’s so cute!”
Blushing, Jac didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to admit that since the first night she’d met Oliver, she had a little crush on him. She definitely didn’t want rumors to start circulating.
“Are you going to the frat party tomorrow?” Leslie continued talking. “I heard it’s going to be insane. Crazy stuff is always happening over there, I’m surprised it hasn’t been shut down yet. Last year they busted a bunch of kids for some kind of huge drug possession.”
“My friend is thinking of joining Omega Pi,” Jac explained, “so I’m going along to support her. Although personally, I don’t get the point of frats and sororities.”
Leslie began to add something when I customer entered the store. Jac busied herself behind the bar as Leslie got the man a small coffee and a donut. When she was done and the customer had left, she turned back to Jac.
“You should be careful at that frat house,” Leslie’s voice was quiet even though they were the only two in the store. “Some bad thing have been happening over there lately.”
Narrowing her eyes, Jac’s hands immediately began to tug at her pink hair, a nervous habit. “What kind of bad things?” she asked, wondering if she should be worrying about Amelia.
Shaking her head, Leslie replied, “I probably shouldn’t be saying anything. It’s just rumors I’ve heard. I’d rather not start trouble.”
“Okay well should I be worried about my friend?” Jac was a little angry with Leslie; why say anything if she wasn’t going to tell Jac exactly what was going on?
Shrugging, Leslie said simply, “I’d just watch out if I were you.”
***
When her shift at Wired was over, Jac headed back to the suite. She’d wanted to hang around and wait for Oliver to come in for his shift but she also didn’t want to appear as if she had a crush on him. So instead she pretended as if nothing at all was going on.
Entering the suite, Jac found that it was quiet. Figuring that both Sylvie and Amelia were at classes, Jac pulled her laptop from her bag and booted it up. While she waited, she turned on the TV and flipped channels, tugging at her hair and worrying about what Leslie had said. Should she tell Amelia? Nothing that bad could happen, there’d be so many people there.
When her laptop was ready, Jac immediately clicked on her blog to see if anyone had left any comments. In among the normal ones, there was also one from OddlyEnuf.
Jac ~ What’s your favorite color? Is it pink, like your hair? Or something more sinister? Do you hide behind your hair? Or is that supposed to show us part of who you really are? ~OddlyEnuf
Jac scowled at the screen. What did that even mean?
Pulling up the screen for a new post, Jac began to type.
To whom it may concern,
I’ve never tried to hide behind anything, although I guess you could call me a liar since I sit behind this screen and blog about my life. But I’ve always tried to be a straight to the point kind of individual and I’ve always valued honesty from others.
My hair has nothing to do with anything. Like a lot of people my age, I get bored easily and one nice thing about hair dye is that you can always change it when you get bored. Currently, my boredom has lead me to pink. Tomorrow? Who knows. We’ll see.
I have to say that you don’t have much of a right to call me out considering that you hide behind a lame screenname and can’t even be man (or woman?) enough to tell me who you really are. You obviously know at least a little bit about me and you must know me in person because I’ve never blogged about my hair being pink.
Maybe before you judge people you should think about your own actions.
Love,
Jac
P.S. My favorite color is blue.
When she was done rereading the post, Jac smiled in satisfaction and published it. She hoped maybe this would strike some kind of cord in whoever was leaving the comments and maybe they’d reveal who they were.
For some reason, Jac was hoping she wouldn’t scare whoever it was off. She kind of liked the game they were playing back and forth. And she was definitely very curious to find out who OddlyEnuf was.
Hearing a noise in Amelia and Sylvie’s bedroom, Jac turned away from her computer.
Who on earth could be home? Jac asked herself. I thought they both had class.
“Ames?” Jac called towards the closed bedroom door. “Syl?”
Jac heard a crash followed by a giggle and then a deep voice. A minute later the door opened and a boy that Jac had never seen before stumbled out.
“Oh sorry,” the boy grinned at Jac sheepishly. “Didn’t realize anyone was here, she said no one was due back for awhile. Um, see you around.”
He then unceremoniously left the suite as Jac sat in stued silence, sure her jaw must have hit the floor.
For a moment, Jac tried to make sense of what had just happened. She then jumped up and hurried to the bedroom, wondering if something had happened to one of her friends.
The room was dim except for a small lamp that was next to Sylvie’s bed. And in Sylvie’s bed was Sylvie, partially covered by the sheets and definitely naked.
“Syl?” Jac asked, afraid of what Sylvie might say.
Sylvie giggled. “Yes?” she asked.
Sitting on the corner of Sylvie’s bed, Jac pulled the comforter up over her friend. “You okay? I thought you had class.”
“Cancelled,” Sylvie giggled again and Jac couldn’t decide if she’d been drinking or not.
“Okay…” Jac wasn’t sure what else to say.
“We didn’t do it,” Sylvie erupted in giggles this time, burying her head under the comforter. “We were just fooling around.”
“Have you been drinking?” Jac didn’t want to ask that question but she didn’t know what else to say.
Peeking over the comforter, Sylvie replied, “Maybe a teensy bit.”
“It’s barely noon,” Jac was definitely tugging at her short hair now. She’d never seen Sylvie like this. Sylvie was always so put together, so good at doing everything right. Jac couldn’t understand what Sylvie was doing. Sure, maybe college was a little weird for Sylvie but she’d always excelled at everything. What was wrong with her?
For a minute Sylvie said nothing. She’d pushed the comforter down her chin and was almost glaring at Jac. “Look,” she said, and this time her tone was serious, “I’m just kind of not in the best mood, okay? I just wanted to have a little fun, okay? So excuse me if I was goofing around and having some fun, okay Jac? Seriously what is with you and Amelia. You both need to back off!”
Holding up her hands, Jac got off Sylvie’s bed and began to back out of the room. “Whatever you say Sylvie,” she was almost to the door. “I get it, I do. But if you need to talk or anything, I’m always here, okay?”
“Whatever,” Jac could barely hear Sylvie’s muffled reply because she’d stuck her head back under the comforter.
Closing the door, Jac stood for a moment and wondered what on earth had gotten into her friend. And did she dare tell anyone? Did Amelia know?
Before she could do anything, Jac’s cell phone rang. Momentarily forgetting about Sylvie, Jac dug through her backpack until she found the small silver phone with Oliver’s name displayed across the front.
“Hello?” Jac immediately smiled.
“Hey good looking,” Jac could sense the smile on Oliver’s face and wished that he’d been serious about that comment.
“Yes Oliver?” her smile growing bigger, Jac knew that whatever Oliver asked she’d probably say yes to.
“You want to work a double today?” Oliver asked and Jac could hear noise in the background. Oliver was at Wired and he’d probably been left high and dry. Again. “You’d be working with me.”
It was the proverbial carrot in front of her. “Sure,” Jac turned her laptop off and put it back into her bag. “I’ll be over in a few.”
Without another glance at Sylvie’s door, Jac headed out of the suite and back to Wired.
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Chapter Four: Amelia
Amelia was currently enjoying her alone time.
She’d been going for a walk, trying to clear her head and trying to figure out what exactly was going on with Sylvie.
There was definitely something wrong with Sylvie. The night before, Amelia had come home late. She’d been at the Omega Pi house, meeting some of the sisters. She still wasn’t sure whether Omega Pi was for her but she wanted to make an informed decision.
When she’d arrived at the suite, she found that it was dark. Jac, she knew, was working a double and Wired was open pretty late. Sylvie was usually out on a date and so Amelia assumed she had the suite to herself. She turned on the TV in their common room, made some popcorn in the microwave and sat down to enjoy some late night TV.
Minutes later, the door to one of the bedrooms slammed open and Sylvie walked out. She was in a tank top and shorts, her hair a tangled mess.
“Oh,” Amelia immediately turned down the TV, feeling bad for waking up her roommate. She knew that Sylvie was having trouble waking up on time and she didn’t want to contribute to that. “I’m sorry Syl, I didn’t realize you were home.”
“S’okay,” Sylvie murmured. “I have such a headache Ames.”
“I have some Tylenol,” Amelia offered. “Maybe you just need to go back to sleep.”
Sylvie slumped down on the couch next to Amelia and took a handful of popcorn. “No, I think I’ll stay up.”
There was something very wrong. Amelia smelled alcohol on Sylvie’s breath. But Sylvie didn’t drink.
“Syl what’s up?” Amelia turned the TV off and turned to her friends. “Have you been drinking?”
Giggling, Sylvie replied, “Maybe a little. I was out with that boy. The senior.”
“Steve?” Amelia was mad now. “Did he bring you back here? Are you okay? How much did you drink?”
Sylvie stood back up. Amelia could tell that she couldn’t have had too much; she seemed to be walking okay and talking okay. Not enough to get her into trouble. “I’m fine,” Sylvie said, heading back to the bedroom. “Steve’s fine. We’re all fine. Leave it Ames.”
Shaking her head, Amelia smiled. Maybe Sylvie was learning to loosen up. One could hope.
***
It had been a long day. Amelia felt as if classes were never going to end and all she really wanted to do was go to Wired for a very strong latte. She was meeting Jac there to try to talk her into going to the party on Saturday; it seemed as if they’d been missing each other all week and Amelia wanted to make sure Jac was coming.
When she arrived at Wired Amelia found that she was early. She didn’t recognize the barista behind the count; obviously Oliver had the day off too. She ordered her usual, a medium skim sugar free vanilla latte but asked for an extra shot of espresso in it as well. Then she sat down at a table, pulled out her I-pod and opened a book.
In only a few minutes Amelia felt a tap on her shoulder. Jac was early! She pulled her headphones off and turned to find Grayson Appleby standing behind her.
Since their first meeting in the cafeteria Amelia hadn’t seen Grayson again and she figured he’d leave her alone. No such luck.
“What?” Amelia asked, decided that Grayson didn’t warrant any politeness.
Grayson grinned and sat across from Amelia. “Oh come now, Amelia, you can be nicer than that!”
“You figured out my name,” Amelia said, slightly impressed. “How’d you do that?”
“You come here sometimes to visit Jac,” Grayson explained, his grin growing bigger. “So I came in when you weren’t here and asked about you. She seems like a good friend, acting all protective of you. She’s kind of cute too but I don’t go for pink hair. I prefer red.”
Amelia pretended to gag. “Exactly how long did it take you to come up with that line?” she asked. Grayson spilled sugar onto the table and began making designs in it with his finger. But he never took his gray eyes off of Amelia. Secretly, she kind of like it. But the look also scared her a bit.
“Look,” Amelia began when Grayson didn’t say anything, “I’m not really interested, okay? I have a lot on my plate and the last thing I need is some trouble maker trying to screw up my life.”
For a moment Grayson’s eyes narrowed but then the grin was back on his face. “Oh come on, I could be fun,” he joked. “You don’t know until you try. What are you up to this weekend?”
“I’m going to a party,” Amelia decided not to tell Grayson which one. The last thing she needed was to have him following her around. There was something about him though…
“Not a frat party!” Grayson groaned. “I thought you’d be smarter than that! What would you want with a bunch of frat guys?”
“It’s not really any of your business, is it?” Amelia knew he had a point though. She been hanging around the Omega Pi house long enough to know that none of the frat boys interested her.
At that moment, Jac walked into Wired. Seeing Amelia and Grayson, a huge smile lit up her face. When Grayson noticed her, his smile got even bigger.
“Grayson Appleby,” Jac greeted him warmly, as if they were old friends. “What are you doing bothering my best friend?”
“You’re the one that gave him my name,” Amelia glared at Jac. “What if he’s some kind of stalker?”
“You’d probably like it,” Grayson joked.
“Okay Gray, how about you get off that chair and let me chat with my friend?” Jac suggested, pushing Gray over. Amelia watched the two banter back and forth for a minute and wondered what was up between them; it was almost like they were old friends.
“You should talk her out of going to that frat party Jac,” Grayson said, not even paying attention to Amelia. “In fact, you both should come to my place instead.”
Jac rolled her eyes. “You wish Gray,” she retorted, sliding into the chair that Grayson had vacated. “Syl and I was going to support Amelia, she’s got it into her head that she wants to join a sorority.”
“Can you leave now?” Amelia was getting tired of feeling left out. And she didn’t like Jac and Grayson talking like old friends. It made her feel weird. Maybe jealous?
Before Amelia could say anything else, Grayson took her hand and kissed it. Amelia immediately blushed and then swatted him away. “Goodbye Grayson,” she said, turning away from him.
“Goodbye Jac,” Grayson winked at her and Jac winked back. He started to walk away and then looked over his shoulder, almost as if checking to make sure that Amelia was watching him. “See you later Ames,” he said. And with that, he left the coffee shop.
“He is a trouble maker,” Amelia announced, turning back to Jac and still feeling the blush on her cheeks. “I wish he’d leave me alone.”
“Yeah right,” Jac smiled at Amelia. “You definitely do not want him to leave you alone. You have a crush Amelia, admit it.”
Amelia shook her head. Why would she have a crush on Grayson Appleby? He was a trouble maker and he thought he could get whoever he wanted. And the minute he had her he’d probably just go after some other girl anyway.
“Just be careful,” Jac warned. “He seems like an okay guy but he doesn’t have the world’s best reputation. I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”
“Anyway,” Amelia decided to change the subject. “Are you coming to the party this weekend? I really want both you and Sylvie there, it’d mean a lot to me.”
“Yes, I’m going,” Jac rolled her eyes. “Oliver wanted me to work, too, you’re lucky I’m coming. But Sylvie’s been acting kind of weird lately and I want to make sure she stays out of trouble.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Amelia remembered the night before and how Sylvie had smelled like alcohol. “Have you noticed her drinking at all?”
Shaking her head, Jac replied, “No, but I guess it wouldn’t surprise me. I think she’s been really fighting with herself about the whole drinking thing. That’s partly why I’m worried, I think that once she does make the decision to drink, if she hasn’t already, she may go a little overboard. A frat party definitely isn’t the place for that.”
“Okay, well it’s settled. We’re all going and we’re going to keep an eye out for Sylvie. Aidan will be there too,” Amelia said.
Jac laughed. “Pulling the big brother routine, huh?”
“Yeah and he’s technically not even the big brother,” Amelia laughed.
The two spent bent their heads together, talking about Sylvie, Aidan, Grayson and the upcoming party. And for Amelia, it felt as if the distance between them might just be closing a little.
Now she just had to worry about Sylvie.
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